#and how age and time just fuckin sneaks up on us
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My patience and emotional stability is at an all time low, like man, I haven't cried this much in a very long time. Anyway my pride stuff from target came in and i got some mcr merch on the way. A reward for my suffering. Also the new MCR song and Florence album on repeat.
#personal#which is to say i am trying to distract myself#but also have healthy emotional outlets that are self destructive#bc the more i think about my dad being in the hospital. the more ill think about him#and everything that came before this past weekend. and everything that could come with each possible outcome#which is to say i am being choked by my daddy issues and want to curl up and cease to exist#but i guess work has been sufficiently busy enough. but really my emotional fortitude is uh. bad rn#dont mind me. im putting this here bc i refuse to put it on fb#and get a bunch of sympathy replies from folks i know or used to know. or who know my face#also. i thought sitting in the room with him unconscious on the hospital bed hooked up to tubes and lines#would make it easier to talk out loud about all the shit he caused. all the fuckin issues i should def see a therapist about#but all i could do was sit there and stare at him. and think about how old and small and feeble he looked#and how age and time just fuckin sneaks up on us#and i thought id be able to say out loud all the shit his alcoholic did. how it got him here.#how he finally got his kids to visit him real quick and all it took was a heart attack#but gods. i hate the way my voice sounded so i didnt say a fuckin thing#just sat there for an hour watching him. thinking of all the stupid shit ill never tell him#and to top it off. my ma aint helping. like. i know she has her own emotional rollercoaster esp with this#but jfc she doesnt have to drag me along for the ride.#mommy issues flaring up. i need a handful of ibuprofen and week long nap for this#i meant NOT self destructive. but idk maybe speeding down the highway yelling to music is bad
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ur fics/hcs r sooooooo good!!! i binge read them all in like one day theyre sctually addictive im not kidding 😭😭
anywho, i saw the pervy older bf!price and i was wondering how he would be like with a shy reader…. like would he tease her or would he be gentle with her? idk!!!!!!!!! give us more content pls queen
nmhgmfmh i need pervy!price so bad just foaming at the mouth for him. thank u anon for this request n thank u for the uber sweet words ily !!! \(★ω★)/
mdni! f!reader, age gap, exhibitionism
pervy older boyfriend!john who's so gentle with you (at first). you're his sweet girl, an innocent angel sent to bless him with serenity- how could he poke fun at that? he eases you into everything, slow and methodical. he tells you everything he's going to do before he does it. he makes sure that you always feel good (not because he doubts his own abilities- he knows anxiety can block out the good things). but all that doesn't mean he doesn't like making you squirm.
when he first starts to ease you into it, john likes to pick you up and put you on his lap with your back to his chest and map out your body with his hands. no matter how many times he's repeated it, he'll do it again and again- john loves your body, every inch of it, every dip and curve and corner. he also loves how you're too shy to tell him how far gone your patience is by the time he gets close to dragging your skirt up your thighs. after awhile he starts to make you tell him what you want, demanding more filthy words from you before he goes any further as time goes on.
and that's how the rest of it goes- as john corrupts you, takes over your mind with himself and how good he always fucks you, he wants more. he wants more of your squirming, more of your bashfulness when you choke out the words he wants to hear from your pretty lips. orgasm after orgasm is your reward when you give him what he wants. john always sings his praises (half praise, half teasing) to you from between your thighs when you do; "keep still, sweetheart, not done with your pretty pussy yet," and "bein' such a good girl f'me, aren't you, love? you are my good girl, right? say it for me, c'mon."
as much as he gets off on your innocence and the erasure of it, he also loves when he's able to take it all up a notch. when he can finally get your leg over his shoulder in the backseat of his car. when he can feel you up at the bars and restaurants he takes you to. when he can sneak into dressing rooms with you and make you watch yourself try to stay quiet while his cock is buried to the hilt in you. and the best part is, he'll make you shy all over again when he teases you about it.
"you're the one lettin' me fuck you here, love- dunno why you're actin' so scared to get caught," he'll mutter in your ear. one hand's holding up your increasingly-limp body and the other snakes around to rub your clit. "y'want them to see me fuckin' you, is that it? such a dirty little girl. should i just open the door, give'em a show?" when your eyes widen and you shake your head "no", he chuckles and plants a rough kiss on your cheek. "y'can't lie t'me when i'm inside you, sweetheart."
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#— lilly writes! ♡#— ask!#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#john price#captain john price#john price x reader#john price x you#reader insert#female reader
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#thinking about my dog back at my parents.#and thinking about how old he is. and how hes always been there for me since we got him.#i remember sobbing and crying due to cptsd reasons/horrible nights of work/etc and he always gently licks my face and sets#his big dumb head on my lap for me to pet until i calmed down. and how many times wed fall asleep together in the mudroom like that.#id sneak him inside when it was too cold or storming out#i remember sneaking out with him and stubby after it had snowed one night and went sledding at the ag park with him#and wrestling and finally just flopping on the ground and using him as a pillow and staring up at the stars#i swear to god. when he dies im gonna have a fucking ww3 level breakdown#he was my only friend for 5 fuckin years#big goofy fuckin mutt. i love him so so so much. i remember chasing coyotes out of the yard with him. he would always walk me to and from#the mailbox- or from my car specifically when it was nighttime
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Pretty Girl
Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader
Summary- You're one of Hershel's daughters and you snuck out from the farm to scavenge an abandoned town. Rick finds you and saves you, but things don't end there. Unedited
Content Information: +18, mdni, Cussing, p in v, plot, smut, unprotected, oral f!receiving, age gap (early 20 and early 40s), some gore/violence from killing walkers, flirting, teasing, angst, fluff, comforting, making out, this ones for the girls with daddy issues
This took forever so I really appreciate interaction
The sound of snarls and hisses filled your ears as you desperately searched through the looted store. A few walkers were scratching at the glass door of the store, trying to get inside to devour you.
You had put yourself in this situation after getting into an argument with your father. You were angry about how he abandoned you and your sisters after the mass slaughter at the barn. No matter how many meaningless apologies he gave you, you were still filled with anger and betrayal. 'How could he just leave us and drink away his sorrows?' In order to blow off some steam, you foolishly decided to sneak out and head into town alone in search of supplies. You were being rebellious and productive at the same time.
What you didn't expect was the amount of walkers you'd run into. You left in the afternoon with a fully loaded gun, and now you only had two bullets left and a measly knife. Aside from the fact that it was almost sun down, you were trapped inside a store with the only way out being blocked by walkers. There was no way you’d be able to fight your way out of this unless you found something useful in the emptied store, which was practically impossible. The groans of walkers were accompanied with the sound of the glass doors and windows cracking, like a twisted countdown to your death.
Your desperate search and fight for life was interrupted by the sound of shooting and slashing. Your head shot up from the empty shelves and toward the glass windows and doors. The walkers were getting mauled by someone much stronger and better equipped than you.
The windows and doors were covered in walker remains, impairing your view outside. You had two choices. Wait for the psycho killer outside to come find you in the store and end up like the walkers, or use this distraction as an opportunity to escape the store. Choosing the second option was your only chance at survival.
Glass and bloody remains crunched under your boots as you burst through the doors. Your eyes landed on the person killing all the walkers and you came to a screeching halt. It was Rick, the leader of the group living on your farm.
He had finished killing all the walkers and glared at you with his sharp blue eyes. "Are you fuckin' crazy?" He hissed, poison dripping from his voice as he stormed towards you. "You could've gotten yourself killed out here. You got any scratches or bites?"
Your stared at him with your mouth agape, still trying to process what had just happened. He was covered in blood and his eyes were still filled with bloodlust as he stared you down. "No," you weakly responded.
“Drop your weapons.” His southern drawl was getting more prominent the angrier he got. Your heart was racing and you complied, dropping your gun and knife. His face went from an anger to disbelief. “Is that a fucking kitchen knife?” He asked with a condescending tone and looked at you scornfully. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment and a lump form in your throat.
The sadness you felt from the fight with your father, nearly getting eaten by walkers, the massacre in front of you, and Rick's anger all hit you like a ton of bricks. Your eyes spilled with tears and you began to sob. "I'm so sorry," you managed to whimper out. It was humiliating to cry like this in front of him, but you couldn't help it. He sighed and wrapped his arm around you.
You leaned into his touch and hugged him tightly, ignoring the blood and burying your face into his neck. "Calm down, baby. It ain't the end of the world." His voice was soft and he ran his hand up and down your back in an effort to soothe you.
You couldn't help but smile at his words. "It feels like it is." You sniffled.
He gently cupped your face as you peered up at him through your soaked lashes. "It's not. You're still alive, it's not over yet." His whisper brought warmth to your heart and you snuggled into him. When you looked up from his chest, his lips were merely inches away from connecting with yours.
His words and closeness made your stomach flutter. You felt yourself lean into him and kiss him on his lips. He passionately kissed you back and held your head in place. His mouth tasted like liquor and cigarettes, it made his kiss even more addicting. Gasping for air, you both pulled away.
You both had been so lost in the moment and didn't realize it was almost dark out. The sun had fully set and the walkers were much more prolific at night.
"We gotta leave right now." Rick stated with urgency and concern when he observed his surroundings. He picked your gun up from the floor and pocketed it before he guided you toward his car. His arm was wrapped around your waist and the warmth contrasted the cold air surrounding you.
There were a few walkers Rick had to kill on your way to the car. He slaughtered them with ease and no hesitation. Your father had always told you that the walkers were still people, but after seeing how they desperately tried to kill you, doubt formed. Rick's effortless killing made him even more irresistible to you.
As you both approached the car, he opened the passenger door. He closed the door behind you and made his way towards the drivers seat. He started the car and the alarm immediately went off. "Fuck!" He swears as he tries to get it to stop. Even more panic sets in as walkers begin to crowd the car, banging on it. The darkness made it impossible to find the wire for manually shutting off the car alarm, leaving no other option but to abandon the car before more walkers showed up. He turned to you and commanded, "Wait here for me, okay doll?" You try to fight back your fear as you nod. He exits the car and you can't make out what's happening outside. The flashes of the headlights briefly illuminate enough to catch a glimpse.
The sound of snarls and thrashing give you a rough idea, but you are snapped out of your focus when the passenger door is yanked open. Your jump out of your seat as Rick quickly pulls you out . Without a word, you follow him as you both run back into the town. Many walkers had crowded the car, but Rick was able to kill enough of them for an escape. More showed up and tore the car apart as you continued running, some were even following you.
Rick spotted an abandoned connivence store and motioned for you to follow him inside. Almost everything in the store had already been raided, besides a few miscellaneous products like stuffed animals and keychains. The empty shelves were covered in dust and some had fallen over, but there were no signs of danger. Both of you stayed silent as you looked around and inspected the store. You decided to break the silence and whisper, "The employee area might be safer," as you point to a door behind the register.
He nods in agreement and carefully walks behind the register. He knocks on the door to check for walkers. As soon a he did, snarls and scratching against the door could be heard. He huffs in annoyance and turned to you. "There's only two in there, I can hear it." He whispered and got his hunting knife out. You stood a few feet away and cautiously watched as he slightly opened the door and dug his knife into the skull of one of them. He repeats the process for the second one before fully opening the door and looking inside. "It's clear, come on."
You walk next him and peered inside. There were some supplies and two sleeping bags. The people who had lived there were most likely the walkers Rick just killed. You scrunch your nose in disgust when the stench of rotting flesh hits your nose. "It smell disgusting in here." You blurted out.
"These two were rotting in there with the door closed. We'll let it air out for a bit, but this is the safest place we have right now. Plus, it's got sleeping bags." He explained as he grabbed one of the walkers and dragged it further away from the room. You reached down to grab the second one and drag it, but Rick quickly stopped you. "A pretty girl shouldn't have to touch corpses" he jested with a dumb grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and felt a smile form on your face.
"So charming." You teased and walked into the room. It was a small break room that those two people had made into a shelter. A large table with some chairs, presumably the lunch table, took up most of the space in the room. There were a couple cans of food and some hunting tools laying around, nothing special. The sleeping bags Rick mentioned were rolled up in the corner. The nighttime breeze had cleared the room of its stench. You felt your nerves calming down and remembered the kiss you shared with Rick. Your body flinched when Rick's arms snaked around your waist from behind. "You scared me" you whined and turned around to face him.
"M'sorry, you're just so adorable." He whispered while looking down at you hazily. You felt a pool of warmth between your legs as you tilted your gaze up to him. His hand traveled from your lower back to your ass. Your lips connected and he squeezed your thigh, making you gasp and let his tongue explore your mouth. Whimpers escaped your mouth as his hand slid in between your thighs and created friction against your clothed clit. He pulled away from the passionate kiss and slurred out, "Y'gotta be quiet, baby. Understand?"
Your mind was clouded with lust as you nodded your head. "I'll be quiet." You purred and watched as he shut the door. He stood in front of you as you leaned against the table, looking up at him. His hands wrapped around your hips and slid your pants off before pushing you onto the table.
He got onto his knees and pulled your soaked panties to the side. His other hand covered your mouth in efforts to muffle the whines you made as his tongue teased your pussy. His scruff tickled your thighs, sending chills up your spine. "You're so fucking wet" he groaned and glided his tongue up to your clit. Your hand gripped his hair as he ate you out. Your legs trembled and wrapped around him as his mouth brought you to your climax.
He stood up and unbuckled his belt while you were coming down from your orgasm and catching your breath. Your cunt throbbed when his huge hard cock sprang free from his jeans. He ripped your shirt off and peppered your breasts with kisses. His kisses left marks all over your neck and chest, it was his way of making sure everyone knew you were his. You laid back as he brought his cock to your pussy. He slid it between your folds, making you even more needy and desperate. "Please," you panted.
"Please what?" He hummed, taunting you even further.
You felt your face heat up as you begged, "Please, fuck me." This was his breaking point, he shoved himself into you in one thrust. The combination of pain and pleasure caused you to loudly moan and wrap your arms around him to bring him closer. His hand shot up and covered your mouth before he began moving in and out of you. His cock stuffed your pussy completely, stretching your walls and hitting the perfect spot every thrust. Your nails dug into his back as he roughly fucked you, making him groan in pleasure. He continued sucking your neck and thrusting into you, bringing you closer to your second orgasm.
Your cunt clenched around his and a slur of moans and cries left your lips as you came. The overstimulation from being fucked through your orgasm caused tears to spill as you continued to moan into his hand. "Shh it's okay, doll. I'm almost there." He groaned as his thrusts became slower. In one final thrust, he filled your cunt with white spurts of cum. You mewled in satisfaction as he moved his hand away from your mouth and slowly pulled out. He zipped his pants up and help you put you clothes back on. Your pussy was still filled with his cum and it brought a sense of fullness to you.
Rick prepared both sleeping bags and tucked you in yours. "C'mon baby, get some sleep. We'll head out first thing tomorrow." He whispered. You closed your eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep for the first time in weeks.
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AHHHH THAT WAS SO MUCH IM GOING CRAZY
#rick grimes x y/n#rick grimes x you#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes smut#rick grimes fluff#rick grimes fanfiction#rick grimes#the walking dead#twd#rick grimes imagine#rick grimes x oc
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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Rating: E
Pairing: Sunshine/Aurora
Contains: transfem Sunshine, stoned ghoulettes, banter, snuggling (gone sexual), something of a first time, new discoveries and these two just having a real good day together.
HAPPY FEMSLASH FEBRUARY Y'ALL I HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG THIS IS BUT WHO CARES BECAUSE WE CAN ALWAYS USE MORE WOMEN!!
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"You're so fuckin' pretty," Sunshine slurs, a stoned grin plastered across her freckled face. "You know that?"
Aurora chirps, pleased, raking perfectly manicured nails over the ghoulette's scalp. She's on her stomach between Aurora's legs, arms around her waist, tail curled around Aurora's ankle. Those nails scritch at a spot by her horn and Sunshine purrs with it, nuzzling Aurora's belly through the soft yellow cotton of her sundress. They've been here for hours now; what started as a self-care day had devolved into lazy snuggles and endless snacking once Sunshine revealed her secret stash of edibles. Not that either of them were complaining.
"Yeah?" Aurora giggles, twirling a russet curl around a slender finger. Sunshine nods against her stomach, rumples the fabric under her cheek. "Then why'd it take you so long to get me in your bed, huh?"
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Sunshine shoves herself up just enough to look the little ghoulette in the eye, delighted at how heavy and distant they look. Silver-green irises shrunk to thin rings by her blown pupils, eyeshadow glittering in the rosy light of the setting sun. It's the same shade of cotton candy blue as her hair, gentle waves cascading over her shoulders. Her cheeks sit flushed and full, a dopey smile stuck on her perfectly pouty lips.
Pretty doesn't even begin to cover it.
"Whaddaya mean 'so long'?" She reaches up and taps the tip of Aurora's upturned nose. "You've only been here for like a week!"
"Um, excuse you - I've been here for 23 days," Aurora corrects, nipping after Sunshine's outstretched finger. "Thought I was gonna die of old age waitin' to get here."
"Pfft, drama queen." Sunshine gives her a wink, scooting up until they're chest to chest. "You're s'bad as Rain."
"Am not!"
She says it with an indignant pout, that lovely lower lip stuck out in deliberate biting distance. And, well, how could Sunshine resist?
"Sure y'are," she lilts, kissing her cheek. "Actin' like I've been ignoring you," another kiss, to her jaw, "when we both know," one more kiss for good measure, to her chin, "that you've been getting plenty of attention."
She takes Aurora's lip between her fangs, gives it a playful tug, and the little ghoulette's eyes sparkle. She can't keep her pout in place, mouth curling at the corners when Sunshine pulls back to give her a wink.
"Okay but not from you," she trills, looping her arms around Sunshine's neck. "A girl can only handle so much making out and over-the-clothes stuff, y’know."
"Are you callin' me boring?" Sunshine feigns hurt, makes her eyes go all watery and sad. Aurora pays it no mind, offers up a one-shouldered shrug even as her tail sneaks its way around Sunshine's thigh. "You wound me, Roro," she sighs, flopping with all her weight onto the smaller ghoulette's chest, forcing out an oof. "I thought you liked dry humping!"
"Not as much as you do," Aurora teases, and well, Sunshine's pretty sure no one likes dry humping as much as she does. Hell, just the thought has her cock going all tingly. "Besides," Aurora scratches at the space between her shoulderblades and Sunshine purrs again. "How'm I s'posed to not want more when I hear the way you make Lus scream?"
Oh now that makes her tingle. Sunshine shifts, drags her nose down the slender line of Aurora's neck. She sighs, tilts her head to give Sunshine more access, a move the ghoulette rewards with a nibble to Aurora's earlobe.
"You been listenin' in, little bird?"
"Didn't mean to," Aurora admits, not a hint of shame in her voice. "But she leaves her windows open 'n I'm right next door." Sunshine drags her fangs over Aurora's pulse point and the little ghoulette huffs out a soft oh. "Can't blame me for bein' curious."
She certainly can't. Sunshine still remembers her own early days, when she would perch on windowsills and bits of the roof that let her peek, let her listen. Let her spy on Dew riding Aether like a stallion, Rain getting Mountain his knees, Cirrus tying Cumulus up in pretty blue ropes and Swiss doing...well, everyone. She still thinks about those days sometimes, most often on the rare occasion she sleeps alone.
Which raises a very important question.
"Tell me somethin', Roro," she murmurs into the soft skin of her throat. Kissing a slow path over her collarbone, fingers teasing at the strap of her dress. Aurora makes a questioning sound, and Sunshine decides she needs to see her face when she answers. Aurora's cheeks have gone pinker than ever, bottom lip caught between her own fangs. "You ever touch yourself when you listen to us?"
Aurora doesn't hesitate, not even for a moment. She nods with enthusiasm, eyes going wider and her parted thighs falling even further apart. Sunshine grins, delighted, rolling her hips against the mattress in the most obvious way possible. Aurora makes the sweetest little gurgling sound.
"Good," Sunshine breathes, warm against soft skin. She plants both hands on the mattress when Aurora's hands slide back into her curls, dragging her lips over the pale plane of Aurora's chest, until she hits the top of her dress. "You ever imagine what I'm doin' to make Lussy sing like that while you play?"
"Yeah," Aurora whispers, hooking her ankles around the backs of Sunshine's legs. "Every fuckin' time, Sunny, can't help it."
Sunshine believes her, without question, but Aurora sounds far too pretty for her to stop now. She readjusts, wriggles one arm under that slight body to splay her hand over Aurora's spine. Her other hand slips down to hold her waist, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through her dress.
"Then how 'bout you tell me what you think I do," Sunshine kisses the center of her chest, inhales the scent of fabric softener and fruity perfume, "tell me what you do to yourself," she drags her open mouth over the slight swell of Aurora's chest, "and I'll tell you if you're right."
Sunshine punctuates her words with a kiss to the little ghoulette's nipple, stiff and straining against the fabric, and Aurora hisses.
"Fuck," she says on a slow exhale, "you're such a damn tease."
"S'what I'm good at, baby," Sunshine coos, the hand on her waist gliding up to cup her breast and give the soft mound a squeeze. "Now start talkin'."
Sunshine latches onto her nipple through her dress, and oh must the weed be affecting her because the little ghoulette arches right off the bed with a shocked whine. She's never that sensitive.
This is going to be fun.
"U-um," Aurora stammers, clearing her throat in an effort to regain composure. It sort of works, but Sunshine doesn't stop suckling so it's a pointless effort. "W-well, there's - there's this one noise she makes..." she pauses, sucks air through her teeth when Sunshine rolls her nipple between her fangs. "It's like...like a moan, but chirpy?"
Sunshine hums her understanding and Aurora shivers with the vibration. It's a sound she knows well, one Cumulus doesn't make for anyone but her.
"And, um...when - oh - when she does that, I...I imagine her on top of you."
A good guess, Sunshine thinks, but far from the truth. She gives Aurora a reprieve from her mouth, pulls back to admire the wet spot she's soaked into her dress. The little ghoulette sags in her arms, and Sunshine can already smell the arousal on her. Sweet like candy and twice as addictive. Sunshine throbs against the mattress.
"And what do you do," she croons, taking that nipple between two fingers instead, "when you think about her bouncing on my cock?"
"I use my fingers," she answers, wispy as a springtime breeze. "I...I kneel on my bed, I put two inside," she drags a heavy hand from Sunshine's hair, hold it up and crooks her middle and ring fingers, "and I...I ride 'em."
Oh, what a gorgeous picture that paints. Sunshine can imagine it now - she has yet to see the other ghoulette naked, but it's so easy to picture Aurora panting and writhing, little tits bouncing while she uses her own hand like a toy. Flushed down her chest and grinding her clit against the heel of her hand until she can't take it anymore.
Fuck, Sunshine hopes she can squirt.
"Hot," she says, ever eloquent. She moves to Aurora's other nipple, laves at it until it's as wet as the first. Twin dark spots that make Sunshine's balls ache. "That's a good guess, sweetcheeks," she murmurs, low, "but it's not what gets her to make that noise."
Sunshine gets both hands on her breasts, gives them a nice fondle, and Aurora groans.
"What does?"
Sunshine looks up, prepared to tease farther - she can go for hours, if allowed - but the look on Aurora's face has the words catching in the back of her throat.
She looks gorgeous, glassy eyed with bite-swollen lips and the tip of her tongue poking out between her fangs. She's breathing heavier already, fingers twitching against the back of Sunshine's neck and her tail gradually tightening around her thigh. Barely any stimulation at all, and yet the poor thing looks wrecked.
Sunshine surges up to kiss her, and decides teasing can wait for another day.
Aurora moans, an indulgent, wanton sound that flows into Sunshine's mouth like the sweetest water. Their tongues dance, their fangs click, Sunshine's pretty sure she's drooling down her chin, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way Aurora clings to her, the taste of her strawberry lip gloss and the way Aurora's hips roll to find her own. Sunshine reaches down to grip her there, pins the little ghoulette to the bed, and can't help but rut against her thigh.
Aurora's the one to break the kiss, gasping, and Sunshine can see the demand in her eyes before she has a chance to speak.
"Don't worry, little bird," she rasps, nosing at her bangs. "I'm gonna give it to you, I promise."
"You fuckin' better," Aurora spits, and it's so cute that Sunshine has to giggle.
"Don't you wanna know the answer first, Roro?" She tips her head, a cascade of short curls tickling her forehead. Aurora blinks a few times, seeming lost. "What makes Lussy scream," she clarifies, and Aurora's eyes roll.
"Uh huh," she nods, licking already wet lips. "Tell me, please tell me."
"I think it'll be more fun," Sunshine gets a knee under herself, presses her thigh right where Aurora needs it just to hear her choke, "if I show you."
The little ghoulette makes the loveliest keening sound, a warbling thing that makes Sunshine's belly warm, and then she's moving. Slinking down the short length of Aurora's body, kissing down her chest, the slight softness of her stomach, the curve of her hip - Sunshine settles between her legs, presses her face to the crease of her thigh through her dress, and can't wait to finally get underneath it.
"You really are beautiful, y’know," she coos, resting warm palms on Aurora's knees. They slide up her thighs with deceptive slowness, gathering soft fabric and exposing inch after inch of porcelain skin. Rucking the skirt up over her hips, exposing the cutest pair of silky pink panties Sunshine thinks she's ever seen. The not-small wet spot only adds to the experience. "Been dyin' to see how beautiful you are here, too."
Sunshine slides two fingers over the damp fabric, the barest pressure, and Aurora makes that gurgling sound again.
"You're gonna kill me," the little ghoulette complains, mindlessly tweaking those impossibly stiff nipples through still-damp fabric. "Fuck, Sunny, c'mon..."
Sunshine clicks her tongue, chastising, but she doesn't have much room to taunt the other ghoulette for her impatience. Not when she can feel the place where her boxers are starting to stick to her.
"Alright, alright, sheesh," she chuckles, giving Aurora one more rub just because. "But nex' time you're gonna let me have my fun first."
Sunshine nips at her inner thigh, makes her jolt, and then she's pressing her open mouth to that wet spot. Licking at the fabric and groaning at the taste of her, heady and sweet and utterly delicious. She groans, savoring her first taste of the little ghoulette, and hooks two fingers around the gusset. Aurora reaches down and gets a hand in her hair once more, rocks her hips towards Sunshine's face, and the soft growl that escapes her is nothing but hungry.
Sunshine pulls that strip of fabric to the side, exposes her properly, and -
"Oh," she breathes, suddenly dizzy, "isn't this a pretty surprise..."
Aurora's as beautiful here as Sunshine knew she would be, pink and slippery with the lightest dusting of platinum curls just at the apex of her thighs, but all Sunshine can focus on is the sweet little silver barbell threaded through her hood. Each end is decorated with stones that match the blue of her hair, and Sunshine's brain short circuits when she considers the possibility of the little ghoulette having a color for every time she dyes those luscious waves.
"D’you like it?" Aurora lets out an airy giggle while Sunshine drools onto the sheets, hooking one leg around her back. "Swiss n' Cir said you would."
Sunshine traces the piercing with her thumb, gives a slow nod, and feels a blurt of pre soak into her boxers when she taps the lower ball against Aurora's swollen clit and the little ghoulette shakes.
"Baby," she huffs, grinding into the bed, "you have no idea."
Aurora tugs at her hair then, just enough to pull her attention from the shiny thing that's making her throb, and Sunshine can't believe how good she looks from down here.
"Aren't you s'posed t'be teachin' me somethin'?"
Aurora blows her a kiss, and Sunshine hurts.
"Oh, sweet thing," she slurs, fucked up sixteen ways from Sunday, "I'm gonna make you sing like an angel."
"Good," Aurora breathes, palming her tits once more, "'cause I want everyone t'hear me."
Oh, Sunshine hopes she screams.
#miasma's work#the band ghost fic#femslash february#sunshine ghoulette#aurora ghoulette#sunshine/aurora#sunshine x aurora#transfem sunshine#will throw this on ao3 later#WOMEN!!!!!
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Just losing myself in the idea of bookshop owner!reader and tangerine. fem!reader; hella cursing; mentions of terminal illness; tan being an angsty boy; possible I might continue this little ditty 🌻🐝 (p.s. taking requests till dec 31)
Tangerine’s not quite feeling himself.
He’s really going through it and slips out of the rain into the first used bookshop he sees. He’s in New York and has never been in this one before, but he likes the way there’s candles burning, even if the first thought he has is “some fuckin’ insurance adjustor prick’s worst fuckin’ nightmare.”
They’ve got a job that night, he and Lemon, and for the first time ever Tangerine is having doubts about the morality of it all. Fuckin’ Tokyo changed him. Made him soft, he thinks, or maybe made him smart. Made him want to get out of the game, he thinks, but what else is there for a bloke like him? A wife? (She’d have to be a bloody saint to deal with the likes of him). Kids? (Little nippers would drive him crazy, he’s certain). A dog? (…actually, that sounded quite nice so long as he’d never have to go John Wick on any bloke, because he wouldn’t hesitate).
For now, Tangerine reasons, he’ll just have to settle on a book.
And he’s idly moving along the shelves, impressed by the small collection of first edition Dickinson and Emerson titles that have been amassed, his fingers hovering reverently over their spines.
Until he sees you—a sweet-looking thing in a floral get-up that’s garishly at odds with the shite weather outdoors, but for some reason he likes it. Even if his first thought, as he watches you reach to replace something on a shelf over your head, is that your hemline might sneak up just a little further, on accident of course, and he might catch a further glimpse of your thighs.
But you bustle away before he can be a lech and as if you haven’t seen him at all.
And so he’s left there with Emily and Ralph and, he notices now, Langston—whom he pulls from the shelf, dust unsettling to dance in the air around him.
Something catches in his chest, then, because he remembers how he first knicked a copy of Hughes’s collected works for the foster mum he and Lemon had lived with when they were twelve. She’d loved poetry—was the closest thing they’d ever had to family besides each other—with her lilting accent and her deep brown eyes. But shit never lasts. Seven months in and she’d sat them down. Told them about that bullshit diagnosis that gave her three more months, tops, and they knew, faces stoic and unmoving even at that tender age, that they’d be shuffled to somewhere else.
In a moment of forgetting himself—or perhaps in a moment of absolute indulgence to his real and baser self—Tangerine slips the book into the front of his suit jacket. Easy doing. He doesn’t rush out, confident in his theft, taking the time to browse a little while longer before he strolls to the front of the shop to leave.
It’s still piss pouring out there and he scoops up the umbrella he left at the door, about to open it when a soft, tentative voice interrupts.
“Sir?”
He should just keep walking. Just step out into the bloody hurricane and disappear into the crowd. But instead, he turns.
And then he’s face-to-face with you.
And there’s something glinting in your eye—some spark of really seeing—that’s a little unnerving coming from someone wearing such a goddamn sunny dress.
And he knows he’s right and truly fucked.
#bullet train tangerine#tangerine imagine#tangerine bullet train#tangerine x you#tangerine x reader#tangerine x fem!reader#gonna call her kid#Or bub#Oooh he’s in for it tbh#Maybe they fuck in the stacks#Or maybe not#do do do
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Back at it again with my love of under represented dynamics! A/B/O remember? It's NOT A/O! Where's my Beta love?! Just because you get the most common presentation, you don't deserve to be sexed up??
Lies! Slander and defamation! We shall not tolerate this Anti-Tim Sexing in THIS Good Tim Sexing household!
And imagine it: Tim's parents. Strong independent Betas who would prefer all these Scentheads stop trying to trap them in their packs just to get at the Drake family fortune. Forever out of the country, both to AVOID the fuckers and to pursue their own interests.
A tiny pack of just Betas.
Tim doesn't need an Alpha to protect him. What is this, the middle ages? And he's not incompetent. He doesn't need an Omega to control and manage the household. Yes, he GETS that's a wildly over simplified version of the social dynamics. Still doesn't need them.
Unlike Alphas and Omegas, Betas don't actually HAVE that extra strong compulsion to group up. They just kinda prefer too.
But? Tim's classmates are GROSS. They stink and are dramatic, swan around like they're hot shit (Alphas) or try to manipulate people into liking them and protecting them (Omegas). And it's? So SOAP OPERA.
Unlike Batman.
Batman doesn't stink. He ACTUALLY protects people. ACTUALLY takes care of people. Both in and out of the mask. THAT is how you're supposed to act!
And Dick Grayson? Best Omega you'll EVER meet! Strong and caring, remembers your name even if you're not important. Was ROBIN. Protects his city and started the Titans! So cool!
But Tim likes Jason the most. Even if he CAN be a growly little Alpha scenthead at times. Cause he CARES. About everyone. Doesn't get wrapped up in presentations and what he's "supposed" to care about or do.
But then Batman's in his rutt. Tim knows, cause Batwoman's taken over, but instead of staying in a guarding the Manor... Jason's sneaking out? Tim knows there's been tension. But how has it gotten THIS BAD?!
He may not be pack... but he cares. A LOT. So he decides to stop him!
And Jason? His quest to find his Mom is completely derailed when he gets body slammed by history's gangliest Pup. Dear FUCK, does no one FEED this kid!? Why is he in Jason's yard?! Ow! Stop scratching!
He THINKS the kid might be trying to growl, but it frankly sounds ridiculous. All crackly and hesitant. It takes him forever to recognize the squirming little monster as his neighbors kid. Okay. He adjusts. Drop the kid off, THEN find his mom.
Except no, the kid is refusing to unlatch. Fucking BIT his shirt with all his little puppy strength and won't let go. Are you KIDDING him?
And the longer it takes to struggle free? The more his nose catches up with him.
The house... smells weird. He can't quite place it. It's like something SHOULD be there, but isn't.
He stills when it finally sinks in. Barely any scent but the Pups. And no Alpha or Omega scent AT ALL. The fuck? He stops fighting the kid. Drags him closer. Tim squeaks but let's himself be manhandled. And...
Nothing.
Kid smells like a pup that's DEFINITELY gonna be a Beta, from the way it mixes so strongly as an undertone, but? No adult scents are anything close to recent. They're barely even THERE. And Alpha scents? Non-existent. Same with Omegas.
Sure, there's some on his clothes, but that's just "he sat near some". Not scented. The fuck? In a big ol house like this??
It pisses Jason off.
What, is the kid not GOOD enough? USEFUL enough? They didn't get some bartering chip Omega or perfect heir Alpha, so fuck um? Did the kid ALSO get accused of some shit he didn't do? Maybe get blamed for turning out Beta, like he had any fuckin CHOICE in the matter?
Do they think they can just toss the kid aside? Leave him waiting for scraps of affection whenever THEY decide he's finally Good Enough again? Fuck um. They don't NEED adults like that! Jason can be the kid's pack! He's an Alpha! Planning to go look for his mom. They'll have a NEW pack!
And Tim? Veeeery close to Smells Good and Robin Being Persuasive(tm). Common sense has left the building. Okay! Tim is On Board with this likely fatal plan! Please keep hugging him. Rub scent aaaaall over his face.
Thankfully? Bruce has coworkers(friends) who care. And are aliens. Immune to the whole "scent" thing. Clark brought over some water and food for his buddy. Rutts are tough. And oh? Is that a note? Better bring it to Alfr-..!!!!?!?!?
They get caught by a VERY alarmed Superman.
It's quite stressful. Tim presents a month early. Now every body STINKY and his skin feels weird. Presentation sucks no matter WHO you are. It'll be days before his body calms down. Small problem?
Getting dumped back in the same house as Bruce, getting caught, and then learning the joker POISONED PEOPLE then Blew Up His Mom? Kinda caused a stress Rutt. And Jason is extra super clingy ON TOP of everything else.
He's upset. ANGRY. And the ONLY thing that DOESNT make him upset and angry? Timmy. Who is warm and soft and feels good to rub against. Who smells nice. Not, like, Omega nice... but NICE. Soothing. He can wrap his arms around him, bury his face against his neck, and just? Grind against that warm body until it gets too good. And he spills all sticky and slick.
Gets his scent spread even MORE all over him.
But... but where's HIS scent? They gotta smell like each other. And Timber's skin is so sensitive right now. Rubbing too much hurts. He can't get enough to cover himself. And it's not like he has a dick Jason can rub against, like HE rubbed.
Wait.
Jason's never tried it before... but he bets he can make his Tim feel good. But.. those classes and lectures and stuff, said betas aren't exactly? BUILT to handle Alpha bits. Can he even FIT inside Timbers? He doesn't wanna HURT him!
He works a hand down instead. It takes him a bit, to find what he's looking for, but... it's warm. Soft and a little wet. Gets wetter as he rubs. Tim squirming and twitching, his heart rate picking up. Body getting warmer. Scent getting all OVER him. It's even better when he squishs a finger inside.
It's AMAZING in there.
He rubs and rubs, inside and out, until Tim is shaking apart. Bites him n makes him PACK. No take backs.
The adults are furious. Fuck um. It takes Timmy's parents WEEKS to even come back and notice. And Bruce was gonna get rid of him anyway!
Except... except apparently he WASN'T. He just sucks at everything and can't use his words. Dick is apoplectic. Might actually KILL Bruce this time. When he comes back from space and Robin has a baby pack within Bruce's pack because Bruce fucked up so bad, he thought he'd be getting DISOWNED.
And the thing is? They don't notice. Are too busy tearing into each other, threatening lawyers and bodily harm, to notice Jason's little pack and how it operates.
Cause THEY decided they LIKE how they "scent". It feels nice. Beta scent is light. Takes a lot to scent properly. Which is easy if there are a lot of Betas, not so much if it's just Tim. But they "figured it out"! And it feels good.
Jason LOVES exploring Timmy's interesting bits. Tasting and rubbing, working his fingers as deep as he can go, to rub and rub until Tim is tensing up and twitching as he falls apart. It takes a lot of practice, but Tim can take MORE fingers now.
Jason even did some research. There are tools! Well, they're called "toys" but they're tools. Made to help when you can't fit! When your little hole is too small. Jason had to break in after hours to get um, but he DID leave money!
He got all sorts of stuff. It was awesome. Timmy LOVES it. And JASON? He loves watching his Beta's body stretch. Take it for him. Getting looser and looser so it won't hurt. So he'll feel so, SO good for Jason. Get off again and again because he can't help but feel so good.
Jason's gonna take SUCH good care of his pack.
And the adults may not notice the scenting? But Dick DEFINITELY notices Jason's next Rutt. More specifically, how quiet it is. No misery, no complaining, no pressing up against Dick, trying to escape the heat. Just... quietly locked up in his room? Suspicious.
So he goes to check.
And finds him fucking his little Beta. It's a worst case scenario. Oh god. Did he lose control?! He's hurting his-! ...except as his mind catches up to his eyes, no. He's not.
Hips thoughtfully propped up on a pillow, whimpers don't sound pained, and that is clearly a bottle of artificial slick. Jason is pounding into his Beta like it's his sole mission in life. Dragging him back to meet each thrust, HARD. Poor thing is starting to look overwhelmed. Must be the first time he helped someone through a proper heat.
So Dick steps inside, closes the door, and locks it.
Strips. Distracts Jason as he detangles the poor little Beta who's looking positively fucked out. Shhhhh. Come here sweetness.
Letting Jason pant against his skin, as he rutts against his leg, is hardly a hardship. It let's him cuddle the cute little Beta close. Press kisses to his precious, drooling face. He lazily pumps his fingers in and out. Keeping from getting too tight again. He wouldn't want the cute little guy to get hurt.
But... in the end, the curiosity gets the better of him.
After all, he feels so warm around his fingers. Soft and delightful. He's obviously bigger the Jason, he's an older man. He wonders if it'll even fit...
He aligns the little hole over himself, the Beta limp onto of him. And lowers him slowly. Watches with wonder as he gasps and whines.. but TAKES it. His poor little body stretching to the brim. So deep it must border on painful.
Fucking him is AMAZING. Jason crawls up, to hold him. To rutt against his back, face pressed to his shoulder, holding him still. Dick helps, hands holding those little hips, as he pulls back and fucks up into that heat.
Every thrust punchs a little gasp, a whine, a whimper, out of their pretty little Beta. He takes it so WELL. Legs shaking. Inner thighs drenched. But no where to run. For the first time in YEARS, Dick let's himself cum deep inside someone. It's so GOOD. Gushing, frothing, and wet. He let's himself drift.
They barely remember to keep hydrated. Fed. If Dick didn't have access to after-heat care, Tim would undoubtedly be pregnant.
Of course, Tim is training to be the "man in the chair" like Oracle. Is over constantly. And Tim's parents? Still take their ill fated trip. The quiet hostilities screech to a halt. Bruce does all he can. But... well. He never wanted to "win" like this. He takes Tim in.
And in short order... notices how unusually CLOSE his sons are to the young Beta.
The Beta who smells like Pack but not HIS pack. Hmmm. Fixable. He starts scenting the boy. But can't shake the feeling he's missing something. But... life distracts. Cases pop up. At least his sons are getting along, right?
But then? He needs Jason for a case. The day is not a special one, just inevitable. He goes looking. Finds Jason with a tied up Tim. Bullet vibe tormenting his poor little clit. Working a knotting dildo into the boys poor, sensitive, body. It's just slightly smaller then he is.
Jason doesn't notice him. Is too focused. Tim's whimpering, straining, but Jason's relentless in working it in. Telling him he's gonna be good for him. Take his knot. Keep it in him till he's all stretched out. How he bets after this, Tim can take BIGGER. The knot is slowly sliding in until... pop! In it goes. Tim gushes and comes apart.
Not Natural behavior. You have to train yourself to cum like that, just from getting knotted. ESPECIALLY a Beta. It's a distant thought as Bruce quietly backs away. Before he can be noticed.
But now? The thoughts won't LEAVE. He notices know. The days when Tim's gait is stiff. What he now knows that MEANS. What's inside him. Can't help but wonder about the other days. Is he empty then? Left craving? Or does he have something else to...
No. Do not. It's inappropriate.
But he can't stop. And the gods must hate him, because his rutt hits full force when it's just the two of them in the Manor. He barely remembers getting naked. Hunting him down.
He's full today.
He kisses like he's devouring the little Beta. Licks and sucks, all but rips the clothes from him. The boy's startled but not opposed. Is embarrassed to be caught full. It stretches him so gloriously. Bruce makes him SQUEEL with his mouth. Fucks him with his hidden companion until he's wet and ready. Then it's out and he's plunging in deep.
He shudders.
So good. A wet little vice, dispite all the stretching. Fucking him up and down his cock like a toy, he enjoys the feel of it. Before lifting them both. Heading for his room. Bouncing the boy on his cock the entire way.
He loses count of how many times he knots him. He takes it so WELL. Even when he's overflowing. Whining and exhausted. He goes to sleep buried deep. Wakes up already rocking. Soon fucking desperately again and again.
The house stinks of them. Jason is not amused. Dick is HIGHLY amused. Tim is unconscious from exhaustion again and won't be walking for at least a week. The Pack is united.
......you know... until Talia decides its finally time to inform Bruce HE HAD A SON.
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!!!!!!!!!! tim being the perfect little packmember!!! doing such a good job of taking them, better than any omega they ever had and without all those headache-inducing pheromones because some omegas overdid it !!! tim being a nice little beta who trains to take their cocks so well!!
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Burning in Hopeless Dream
Boston QZ : Part 7 ‘illicit affairs’
A/N : this was such a fun chapter to write! A break from the angst, (for now) this also turned out to be WAY longer than I originally planned so y’all are getting fed, you’re welcome ☻
Summary: flirting tips with Joel Miller 101. Step one, wake your ass up at the crack of dawn, be smug about it. Step two, be a gentleman and present a thermos of shit QZ coffee to you. Step 3, teach you how to shoot. Step 4, do not allow the enemy to have the upper hand.
~word count : 4.3k~ (you heard that right)
Warnings: age gap (m/c is 28) flirty! asshole! Joel. Pining, teasing, lots of swearing, tension, banter, mentions of guns and knives. (+18) minors dni !
Songs for this chapter:
“illicit affairs” by Taylor Swift
“You Know I’m No Good” by Amy Winehouse
“Kiss With A Fist” by Florence + The Machine
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November 2020 : 5 miles outside the Boston QZ
It was November now. The ground wasn’t quite frozen yet, but there was a chill in the air every morning. You could no longer hear the birds singing outside the window. Your body was slowly accustomed to the lack of vitamin D it was getting, just like how it did every year around this time. Knowing that the cold months of winter were on the horizon, only had you grow more restless. Your routine felt like a death march. Wake up, drink shit coffee. Shovel shit or dump bodies. Return home, drink, sleep and repeat. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually got a decent night's sleep. Your body was constantly exhausted. Your muscles were screaming at you but your brain was constantly running, like one of those stupid energizer bunny commercials from the past. You hated that stupid bunny.
It was early one morning. 4:00 A.M probably, but no one actually kept track of the time anymore. Your restless slumber was disturbed by your bedroom door slowly opening. You kept your knife tucked under your pillow constantly. The sound of your door creaking open was enough for you to grasp your knife to your chest before you shot up from under the coarse covers. You were absolutely ready to fuck up whoever was coming into your space.
A sense of relief mixed with annoyance washed over your features when you saw it was just Joel. His brooding height leaned against your doorframe was enough to make you roll your eyes. Did this man ever not look intimidating?
“Jesus fuck, Joel. You couldn’t have knocked? Given me some form of a warning?” You whispered while tucking your knife back under your pillow.
His expression was amused and even in the dark, you could tell this mother fucker was smirking.
“Sorry about that doll, you’re just a little too easy to sneak up on. You had me for a second there thinkin that you were gonna stick me. Would have been an awful fuckin start to my mornin.” He rasped, his voice was still thick with sleep and his hair was a fluffy mess on his head. Not that you were paying attention to those details. Damn him.
“Yeah, and for a split second I was thinking of sticking you. That’s why we knock. So you don’t end up with a knife buried in your chest, asshole.” You muttered the last part out as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up.
“Alright, smart ass. Next time I'll remember to knock.” He was still leaning against the door frame, arms crossed against his chest.
“Yeah, yeah sure you will. I’ll believe it when I see it.” You grabbed your hoodie from the floor and threw it on before attempting to fix the mess that was your bed head. Using a worn hair tie on your wrist, you pulled it into a ponytail.
“What kinda psycho is up at this early hour anyway?” You asked. Looking over at him as you pulled your hair back.
“The kinda psycho that I apparently am. It ain’t even that early.”
You scoffed then. “Pretty fuckin early to me. Now my real question is, what are you doing in my room at this hour?”
He shrugged then, clearing his throat as he spoke. “Well, couldn’t really sleep. Thought about how I promised you that I’d teach ya how to properly shoot. Figured there's no time like the present.”
“Huh. So that was your first thought that came to mind when you couldn’t sleep?”
“Guess so. Anyway, ‘nough of the chit chat. Get your shoes and coat and grab the gun I gave you.” His tone was not a suggestion. It was a demand and frankly, it was too early to be dealing with his bullshit.
“Sir yes sir.” You mocked his tone then, giving him a sarcastic solute.
“You're hilarious doll, really. Drop the smart act. We don’t have time for that shit today.” He turned on his heel then, leaving your open doorway and walked down the hall.
Your immediate reaction was to flip him off, naturally. Grumbling to yourself you grabbed your backpack, your gun and your knife and threw on your boots. The last thing you grabbed was your thick coat. You could already feel the cold air nipping at your skin.
Joel was waiting for you outside the apartment door. He had a travel thermos for you, filled with coffee. The familiar smell hit your senses immediately and you appreciated the small gesture. Closing the door behind you, you grabbed the thermos from him before taking a sip, letting the warm liquid seep into you. The QZ coffee was shit but it got the job done.
“Thanks. Wouldn’t survive the morning without this stuff.”
He looked at you for a moment then before he took a sip of his own.
“Oh trust me, I know. You’d be intolerable without this shit.”
You gave him a light punch to the shoulder then, it was a playful one.
“Yeah and you’re still a grumpy asshole with or without it.” You brushed past him then, quietly heading down the stairs. You could hear him mutter under his breath about your comment and you grinned to yourself as his footsteps followed yours.
Once you were both outside the apartment, Joel instinctively walked ahead of you. Always feeling like he needed to protect you. It was in his nature. You took the back alleys together, ducking in dark corners as you moved silently. There would only be a handful of Fedra soldiers out at this hour, but it still wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught.
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The sun was just beginning to peek in the horizon as you neared the hole in the perimeter fence. Your coffee had gone cold at this point. Joel had stood over you, pulling back the torn fence so you could slip through first. He waited, looking around for any signs of movement and when he deemed it was safe, he slipped through the fence without another glance.
The silence between you was comfortable as you walked towards the nearby woods. It was a 5 mile walk to the deepest part of the woods. No one would find either of you there and in a sense, it was peaceful. You had shared a bit of jerky during the walk. It wasn’t much for breakfast but it would have to do. You’d kill for some proper eggs and bacon. Maybe in another universe, you thought.
Joel had wrapped up what was left of the jerky and stuffed it back into his coat pocket. You were surrounded by tall evergreens on every side. They were lightly dusted with freshly fallen snow. The scenery was beautiful, and eerie at the same time.
“You sure no one's gonna find us out here?”
“Nope. Been comin out here for years with no problems. You’ve got nothin to worry about, doll. Trust me.”
Letting out a sigh then you set your bag down on a nearby stump along with your now empty thermos.
“Alright, fine. I trust you but if a clicker comes out of those trees..”
He chuckled then, shaking his head slightly as he finished off what was left of his coffee.
“We’re in the middle of the fuckin woods. Most we’ll see out here is a few deer. No clickers. You’re safe.” His reassurance that you were in fact safe out here was enough for you to un tense your shoulders slightly. You’d always be on alert though. You didn’t have much of a choice; not in this world.
He continued then, setting his bag down next to yours.
“You brought the gun, right?”
“You think I'd come all this way with you, just to not bring the gun with me?” You smirked slightly, unzipping your bag and pulled out the revolver.
“What did I say about ditchin that fuckin smart mouth of yours huh?” His eyebrow was raised and his jaw was clenched slightly as he looked at you.
“Oh shit man, I’m terribly sorry. You see, my smart fuckin mouth is kinda a part of me. It’s permanent. Meaning, it’s not going anywhere.”
“No fuckin shit, sherlock. I know what permanent means.”
It was your turn to smirk now. It was easy to fall into banter with him and you secretly, but not-so secretly enjoyed it.
“Mhm. I was just checkin.”
He let out a huff then. You were insufferable sometimes but he liked the fact that you could keep up with him. In fact, he enjoyed these moments with you. It made him feel all the more human. You were that constant breath of fresh air for him. Better than any liquor, or opioid he could get his hands on.
“Alright. Enough of that. You remember the grip I showed you the last time?” He asked.
“Sure do. You were pretty serious about it, if I remember correctly.”
“Good. Now show me so that I know that you ain’t bluffing.” He had his arms crossed over his chest again, waiting for you to confirm that you weren’t faking it.
You held the gun outwards with both hands. Your grip was firm but from his angle, you looked a bit stiff. “See? I’m a good listener after all.”
“Relax your arms. You’re fuckin stiff and when that kicks-back its gonna go right into your face. What did I say about–”
You cut him off then. “Thumb over my thumb, left hand squeezes down on the right.” You looked over at him then, your eyebrow raised almost as if you were challenging him.
“You gonna do the teachin here or am I?” He walked over to you then, coming up alongside you before he reached out and grabbed your arms, the fast movement caused you to stiffen more.
His lips were at the shell of your ear now and his hands were gentle. “Relax.” He whispered. “Just relax, Gwen. You’re stiffer than a fuckin board right now.”
You felt a shiver run down your spine from his lips nearly touching the thin skin on your ear. For a moment, the close proximity of his body to yours had your head spinning. ‘Focus, Gwen.’ you told yourself in your head. ‘Get your fuckin shit together.’ You relaxed your shoulders slightly, allowing him to push your arms down so that there was a slight bend. His hands were on yours then, rough skin on soft. He adjusted your grip slightly then before he moved his hands off of yours. Just when you thought you were out of the woods, you felt his hands on your waist and despite the biting cold, your skin was on fire from his touch.
“Straighten your back a bit. Yeah, just like that. Good girl.” You could feel his smirk against your ear. This motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing.
You straightened your posture then and waited for his hands to move from your sides but they didn’t.
“Are you fuckin tryin to distract me right now Miller?”
“Nope. I don’t have to try and do that. You just allow me to get in your head.”
You took a deep breath then, cocking your neck to the side slightly as you bit down on your growing frustration. Did he really have to be this close to you?
“Shut up.”
He moved your legs a few steps to the right with his knees and the movement caught you by surprise. You felt like fucking bambi on ice with how easy he was able to maneuver you. It sent brief flashbacks from how he effortlessly threw you on your bed not that long ago. ‘Focus Gwen.’
Joel knew exactly what he was doing. Toying with you was easy and although he knew he was crossing into some dangerous territory, he couldn’t help it. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He liked that he had this effect on you, up until his own brain was screaming at him to focus and get his own shit together.
He moved his hands from your waist then, letting his fingertips drag against the outer layer of your coat before he took a step back, allowing you to feel like you could breathe again.
“Now, you see that tree over there? There's a bare spot right in the middle of it. Think you’re good enough to hit it?”
Your eyes shifted to the tree he was focused on, zoning in on your target.
“Yeah, sure. Easy peasy.”
“Alright, rookie. Need you to take a deep breath in. Squeeze the trigger, not all the way. Breathe out and release.”
You listened to his words then. Taking a deep breath in, you lightly applied pressure to the trigger. Not enough to set it off. When you released your breath, you pressed down all the way and listened to the deafening crack of the bullet being released. You were feeling cocky and expected to hit your target on the first try. Instead, the bullet had whizzed past the target and into some nearby evergreens. missed.
You were silently simmering in your humility and Joel was going to take full opportunity to pick on you for it.
“What was that you said just now? Somethin easy peasy?”
Your jaw clenched then as you bit down on your vile words.
“Alright, big shot. Why don’t you show me how it’s properly done then?” You handed the revolver off to him then, standing off to the side.
“Alright, but you’re just askin for humiliation on yourself doll.”
“Just shut the fuck up and hit the fucking tree, Joel.”
“Feisty. Shoulda gotten you more coffee.” He mused before gripping the gun, just like he showed you. His movements were far more natural than yours. It was all muscle memory at this point for him. A second later and another crack. Joel’s bullet landed right in the middle of the target, sending shards of bark flying into the untouched snow.
He turned to you then, an undeniable smirk on his face as he handed you the gun back, leaning in slightly as he spoke.
“Easy Peasy.” his tone was cocky and it sent your blood boiling.
You were left speechless.
For the next hour, Joel had you practice hitting the target. He didn’t care that you were wasting precious ammo. If you were going to go on smuggling runs with him and Tess, you were going to need to use a weapon outside of your knife. The last thing he wanted was for you to get injured just because you weren’t comfortable with firearms.
“Alright, doll. One more time and then we’ll move on. You’re almost there just need to think about not being so stiff and breathe, for fuck sakes. The enemy is gonna lay one on you before you even have the chance to pull the trigger.”
He was sitting on the stump then, chewing on another piece of jerky as he watched you.
You were determined to hit this fucking tree. You had to prove to yourself that you could do this. All you wanted was to get in on the action. Fuck up some infected and feel like you actually held a purpose in Joel’s life. You listened to every word he said. Remembering to loosen up and breathe. Eye on the target, ‘breathe.’
You took a deep breath, pressing down on the trigger lightly and on the exhale, you released it. Listening to the crack of the bullet as you watched it soar through the air, smacking into the chipped away bark. You had finally hit your target. A sense of pride and relief washed over you in that moment as you turned towards Joel.
“Atta girl.” His lips were upturned slightly as he looked at you.
You gave him a little playful bow then, your boots crunching in the snow as you walked over to the stump he was sitting on and plopped down beside him, nearly pushing his broad form in the snow.
Joel gave you a disapproving look, his eyes lowered as he grumbled. “You really can be fuckin intolerable when you wanna be, doll.”
“I know.” There was a sense of smugness in your voice. It just naturally came out when it was just you and Joel. “Anyway, you kept your promise to teach me how to shoot and now I will do the honors in teaching you how to properly wield a knife.”
“You think for a second I don’t know how to use a knife?” His eyebrow was raised in your direction.
“Oh I don’t doubt that you can use one. The real question is, how good are you really?”
“Guess we’re about to find out.” He offered you the last bit of jerky before he slowly stood up, pulling his combat knife out of his bag, flipping it a couple times in his hand.
You had a feeling that in the next few minutes, you would be forced to eat your words.
Joel loved to see you in your natural element. Right off the bat he observed that you were far more confident with a blade in your grasp. Your posture significantly changed, hell, your entire demeanor had gone and done a complete 180, right before his very eyes. He wanted to see what you were made of. Were you as lethal as you made yourself out to be? How many people had you killed to survive? He wondered.
Joel was far too focused on you to even hear your instructions. He was off in a completely fucking different universe and it was all your fault. You had taken notice when he didn’t respond right away and you rolled your eyes, feeling slightly disrespected. To get his attention, you wasted no time to hurl your blade at the targeted tree. The tip of the blade was embedded in the same spot where Joel’s bullet had previously struck true. The sound of your blade hitting the bark, knocked him out of his trance and had him blinking a few times. Cursing under his breath but you couldn’t make out his words.
“Are you even fuckin listening to a word I just said man?” Your tone was sharp and full of annoyance. Shaking your head you walked over to the tree, the snow crunching beneath your boots and you grasped your blade, yanking it from the dry bark and walked back over to him.
“Zoned out for a minute there.”
“Wow, you don’t fuckin say. Pay attention, Joel. I’m not gonna repeat myself twice.”
His fingers flexed over his own knife. You really did have quite the mouth on you and for someone so petite, your words packed a solid punch. “Easy now, Doll.”
You gave him a look then. Your eyes boring into his for a moment and you both waited to see who would break the tension. You were challenging one another, silently. Who was the weaker one and who would hold their ground. Joel found your stare on him to be just the right amount of intimidating and he found himself casting his eyes away from yours, clearing his throat quietly.
You had won this round, for now.
“As I was saying..” You continued with your instructions and this time, he made damn well sure to listen. He found himself glancing at your lips as they moved. He couldn’t help himself, really. You were truly an enigma in his eyes. A mystery wrapped up with the biggest fucking attitude he had ever encountered.
You showed him the proper position. Where, and how he should stand. You adjusted his grip, made a comment about his posture being wrong. You were right there, invading his senses. Just the brush of your fingers across his covered arm was enough to have him sweating. You damn well knew what you were doing, you had to.
He watched you carefully then as if he was the prey and you were the predator. Oh, how the tables had turned.
“Breathe out nice and slow when you release it. Don’t fight against it either. The blade is a part of you, Joel.” Your tone was too soft for his liking, your breath could be felt against his cold cheek and he gritted his teeth together, his jaw clenching.
“Yeah alright, think I got it from here, doll.”
You smirked then knowing that you had gotten under his skin just the slightest. You rattled him. Taking a step back, you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a slight nod.
Joel focused back on his target, zoning in on it and like the mother fucker he was, he threw his knife like he had done this 1000 times as well. Joel knew what he was doing but having you think you were teaching him, was the highlight of his day. The tip of his blade struck the chipped away bark with a thud and he looked over at you, smugly.
“You mother fucker.”
“Easy peasy.” He quipped back.
“I can’t believe you right now. What is there that you can’t fucking do?”
“Hmm.” He thought for a moment wanting you to believe he was bluffing. “Can’t think of anythin. Guess I’m just that good, huh?”
“You’re un-fucking believeable Miller.”
“Oh, I know. I absolutely am.”
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Joel had decided to teach you a few combat moves. He wanted to get back at you for rattling him and this was the perfect opportunity. He didn’t think about how you were far quicker than him. You blocked his punches easily and you hit back twice as hard. Now it was easy for him to believe that you were lethal, without a doubt. You could tell he was beginning to tire by his staggered breaths, his knees were for sure going to give out soon, his punches at you were becoming un-calculated and sloppy.
Bingo.
Joel felt his legs getting kicked out underneath him before he had the chance to catch himself. His back hit the snow with a soft thud. He hadn’t even had the chance to pull himself up before you were on top of him, pinning him down with your weight. The tip of your blade was held dangerously close to the artery in his neck and his wrists were pinned above his head. How the hell did he end up here? He had no clue.
You leaned down towards him then, hair falling around your face and you had that wild look in your eye. Something about you in that moment was so feral. So lethal. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears from the close proximity. You had this man absolutely fucking stunned, and at your mercy.
“Do you yield?” There was a playful edge to your tone. You were enjoying this, getting back at him for all the times he got under your skin.
Joel let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He looked up at you, taking notice of the flush in your cheeks, from the cold most likely but maybe, also from him. He took notice of how close your blade was to his throat. Your other hand holding down his wrists and your thighs pressing down on his hips.
He didn’t respond. He instead took charge of the situation again, having no trouble freeing his wrists from your hold and pushing his weight against you. Your knife was yanked from your grip in a flash and tossed into the snow. He had you pinned beneath him now. His body was looming over yours, his breath heavy and he had your wrists pinned on either side of your head. Your legs were trapped between his and you couldn’t even move if you tried.
He leaned down then, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke. “You hesitated, doll. Now you’re dead. You can never let the enemy have the upper hand.”
Joel had you at his mercy now and he watched as your chest rose and fell. Your breath came out in sharp puffs. “You’re a fucking dick Miller. Fuck you.”
He chuckled then enjoying the fact that despite you and him both knowing that this little game was over, you were still resilient, still feisty and absolutely too stubborn to admit defeat.
“That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed one day Gwen.”
You scoffed. Twisting your wrists in his firm grasp to see if there was any chance of freeing them but he had you good.
“It’s gonna do a hell of a lot more than just get me killed, Miller.”
He was silent then, staring down at you like you were a caged animal, and he was the spectator. You both seemed to be waiting for the other to speak. To do anything. He thought about kissing you. Your lips were so close he could nearly taste them. An illicit affair in the snow, now that would be something.
The weight of his body on yours was no longer present. Your wrists were freed and you finally felt like you could breathe again as you quickly sat up, reaching for your knife and tucked it back into the holster around your hips. Joel had outstretched his hand for you and you grabbed it as he hauled you up from the snow.
You were both silent as you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. Time had passed and the sky was beginning to grow dark. You had been out there for hours. On the way back to the QZ, you both had stolen glances. The tension was thick but neither party tried to cut through it. Some words were better left unspoken. You both had felt it though. The gravitational pull towards one another. After today, it was undeniably there.
Neither you, nor Joel had won this round.
CHAPTER 8:
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Kloktober 2023 Day 14
Use a fall food or drink
It's not fall where I live so I had to research a little for this prompt! Today's combo is Toki and Pickles because I find their interactions really funny for some reason. Like you can really tell there's a big age gap between them. And they're two of my fave characters, so
Shoutout to @the-loveliest-lotus as well because I also got inspired by this Kloktober drabble! <3
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Pickles looked proudly at his hard work. Five different drinks were lined neatly on the kitchen counter: Poison Apple Martini, the Grave Digger, the Black Widow Smash, Sleepy Hollow Cocktail and Nightmare on Bourbon Street. And yes, he had done them all himself. He could’ve asked for a Klokateer to prepare them but, eh, he knew better than anyone how he liked his drinks. The anticipation of getting them all ready would only make it more gratifying when he finally got to drink them, too.
And now, he was about to enjoy the fruits of his hard labor. Raising the glass of Martini, he was about to make a toast to himself when Toki stormed into the kitchen and his peace.
“Oh…” Toki seemed surprised to have found him. “Pickle…”
“Toki?” Pickles eyed at the couple of Klokateers coming behind him, carrying grocery bags. “Whut are ya…”
“Um, puts it on de tables.” Toki gestured at the Klokateers. He returned his gaze to Pickles, hands behind his back. After the Klokateers left, he asked. “How ams you, Pickle?”
Pickles was no idiot. He could tell when Toki was hiding something and, maybe most of the time he didn’t care, but he sure cared about it now. He was ruining his drinky drink time. “Whut’s going on, Toki?”
Toki tilted his head to the side, feigning innocence. “W-What you means?” Even from here, Pickles could tell he was nervously twirling his hands.
Summoning patience, Pickles put the glass down. “Y’are up to somethin’.” His eyes narrowed. “Are ya tryin’ to sneak in candy, again?”
There was a dilemma in the light blue eyes, undecided whether to keep pretending or to come out with the truth already. Eventually, he went for the latter. “Ahh, okays, I just wanteds to bake a little desserts for everyones for the beginning of falls!” He hunched over sadly. “‘Twas meants to be a surprises, but oh wells…”
Pickles raised his eyebrows in surprise and then glanced at the bags. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked to the bags and began inspecting them. There were apples, flour, butter, ginger, sweetener, sugar-free ice cream, some nuts…
“I was gonna makes apple crumbles…” Toki said pitifully.
“Toki, we have most of these already…” Pickles pointed out.
“Oh, we does?” Toki asked, surprise in his features.
“Did ya check the pantry?”
“Um, noes…” Toki averted his gaze like an embarrassed child.
Holding back the urge to roll his eyes, Pickles massaged his temple. He gazed at the five babes waiting for him by the counter, then back to Toki, who was kicking his feet by the door.
Ah, fuck it.
“Alrigh’!” He stood up. “Who wants to get fuckin’ wasted and bake some amazin’ apple crumble?”
Eyes widening, Toki dashed to him. “Reallies?”
“Yea.” Pickles smiled at him.
“Thanks you, Pickle!” Toki hugged him a bit too enthusiastically. Pickles could feel his bones cracking and his lungs on the verge of bursting. Before too long though, he was released. “Wowee!” Toki’s eyes fell on the drinks. “What ams dese?”
“Just some brutal drinks I made…” Pickles explaining, torn between faking humbleness and showing off. He pointed at the martini. “This is Apple Poison-”
“Oh, cools!” Toki grabbed the cocktail glass and began downing it.
“Easy there, Toki!”
Uncaring, Toki kept drinking until it was empty. “So goods…” He licked his lips, slamming the glass against the counter. Immediately, he tried to get another drink, but Pickles put his hand over his.
“Let’s get started with the apple crumble first, okei?” He said, encouragingly.
Toki already had a dopey grin on his face, “Okays!” He accepted and grabbed the two bags of groceries effortlessly to drop the ingredients on the kitchen. Then, he pulled a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket. “Let’s sees…press heat…press hit…far and highs?”
“Just gimme that.” Pickles snatched the paper off Toki’s hands from across the counter. God, the handwriting was terrible. And so was the grammar. He squinted, wondering if any of the words in it were part of the English language. “Alright, screw this.” He said, tossing the paper to the side. “‘m pretty sure I remember how to do this one. With his left hand, he grabbed his Nightmare on Bourbon Street and took a sip. Making his way to the oven, he turned it on 350°. He took another sip, god damn this shit was good. As the alcohol started soothing his senses, Pickles turned to Toki. “Now, we start peelin’ the apples.” He took half of them and gave the other half to Toki.
“O-Okays.” Clumsily, Toki started imitating what Pickles was doing. A beginner to the art of desserts, no doubt.
“Um…Pickle?” Toki asked after a while.
“Ya want help?”
“Noes…” Toki was clearly struggling, but he kept trying. “Thanks you.”
Pickles raised an eyebrow. “Ya said that already.”
“Wells…yeah, but…um…’ave always wanted to bakes with families…so thank yous.”
“Okei…” Pickles said, trying not to get too emotional about it. He had barely started drinking, for fuck’s sake. “Y’are welcome.”
Toki fidgeted a little. “Pickle?”
“Yea?”
“Can I has another drinks?”
Pickled raised his gaze and saw Toki trying really hard not to smile. “Ya little runt…” He shook his head, amused. “Go ahead, dildo.”
“Yays!” Toki leaned across the counter and grabbed the Grave Digger. While Toki tasted his masterfully made tequila cocktail, Pickles quickly rubbed his right eye.
He had always wanted to bake with someone he cared about, too.
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MY BELOVED SEB 💜💜💜 hello! I come baring Joel thots today :) 💕
Dilf Joel and babysitter sneaking around at the neighborhood barbecue. Joel jumps at the opportunity to go with Sarah to greet you when you arrive, but otherwise avoiding each other for most of the afternoon because no one knows about the two of you. Sitting with your respective little clusters of friends and sharing sneaky glances and longing looks across your neighbor’s backyard.
It’s a hot, sunny day and you’re wearing your cutest, most flattering sundress. The one you know Joel loves, and you have to bite back a silly grin every time you catch him not-so-subtly staring at your chest or at your bare thighs, or when your fingers brush against his when the two of you happen to meet up by the cooler to grab another drink, the way his grip on the bottle of beer he’s been sipping on tightens as he watches you chat and laugh with the neighborhood boys who are closer to your age, and when you send a sly wink his way.
When he’s had enough of your teasing— intentional and not— Joel seizes the opportunity to get you alone when you make your way inside the house to use the restroom. Just like you were hoping he would.
A few minutes later, when you open the door the leave the bathroom, you’re unsurprised to find Joel standing there leaning up against the opposite wall, the soft fabric of his t-shirt tight around the biceps of his crossed arms, a stern look on his face that draws a growing smirk onto yours as you decide to tease him a little further.
“Was wondering if you’d ever show up.” You say through a giggle, along with a playful roll of your eyes as Joel pushes himself off the wall and backs you further into the bathroom before kicking the door shut behind him and lifting you up onto the sink so he can have his way with you.
He knows there’s no time to undress; you need to be quick so as not to draw suspicion. He’s frantically working jeans and underwear down just far enough, and pulling your panties down to where they still hang around one of your ankles. And then he’s fucking you hard and fast, thick fingers shoved into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue to keep you quiet.
And after he’s filled you up, Joel quickly helps you pull your underwear back up to keep his cum inside, helping you down off the counter onto shaky legs. His scruffy beard tickling the side of your face as he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek and whisper in your ear,
“Gonna go back out there and sit in front of the whole town full of me, Darlin’. ‘Cause you’re mine.”
And it’s damn near impossible, but the two of you make your way back out to the party, back to your friends who are none the wiser, back to only stealing little glimpses across the yard as if Joel didn’t just fuck your brains out. 🫠
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GODDDDDDD MY BELOVED KRICKET 😵💫😵💫😵💫 YOU DIDN’T MISS! YOU NEVER MISS! 💗💖
no because!!! there was this audio they used in the first games promotion and joel talks about how he misses family bbq’s. so basically confirms that joel would absolutely do this because he loves and misses bbq’s! thank you for coming to my ted talk!
omg but seriously, the raging jealously he would feel seeing the younger boys in town trying to talk you up. you only think he’s taking you on this bathroom countertop because he thought you looked so delicious, and that is definitely one of the reasons, but the other is raging jealously.
as he’s grunting hot and heavy in your ear, you hear him in that lowl drawl of his. “only i can make y’ feel this good, alright, darlin’? gon’ fuck you so good. ruin this pretty pussy f’ anyone else. it’s all mine. you’re fuckin’ mine, mine, mine. jesus, fuck—”
he chokes out a deep groan.
“squeezin’ me so tight, huh? you like it when this old man claims you as his?”
thus! why he comes deep inside of you and pulls up your panties to keep you full of him! 🤤
“Gonna go back out there and sit in front of the whole town full of me, Darlin’. ‘Cause you’re mine.”
oh my GOODNESS, kricket! 🥹 i’m physically salivating at your incredibly delicious thot! thank you so so much for this and for baring your wonderful joel thots, as always! i’m never ever gonna stop thinking about babysitter and joel. they’re so so bad. i need him! i love you, him and this so much my love, mwah! 🥹🥰🫶🏼💗
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For the touches ficlet prompts could I have hugs number 17, hugging from behind?
Thank you, @ameerawrites, for this lovely Tumblr prompt. I really enjoyed writing it.
Maria huffs as she pushes her locs back from her sweaty brow. Ameera caught a cold that was going around town, and Jack had pulled his back last week trying to impress some of the younger patrollers when getting off his horse. So Maria was stuck having to help in the barn. It's not that she hates working with the horses, but honestly, it's not one of her favorite jobs.
With a groan, she brings her hands to the small of her back and tries to bend backward just a little to alleviate some of the stiffness she's experiencing, mucking out the stalls. She hears two loud pops and gives a near moan at the immediate relief that rushes through her body.
She's just about to grab the shovel again when she feels a set of arms wrap around her waist and a tall, hard body press up against her back. She gasps in surprise and instinctively grabs one of the arms around her waist; she twists her body while twisting the arm, and once she's turned around, her attacker is facing away from her, their arm having been forced up behind their back. Using her full body weight, she shoves the unknown individual into the stall wall and holds them there by continuing to apply upward pressure to their arm and elbow.
"Shit, shit, shit. Maria stop, it's me, it's Tommy. You're gonna break my fuckin' arm." Tommy grunts, his face smushed up against the rough wood. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Maria gasps and releases him right away, stepping back with her hands in the air. "Tommy, oh my god, I'm so sorry." Tommy groans, turning himself slowly around and rubbing his elbow, with an embarrassed expression on his face. "What the hell were you thinking sneaking up on me like that."
"I'm real sorry, darlin' just was walkin' by on my way to the tack room, and I saw you here, and I just wanted to say good mornin'. Figured you might welcome it after last night." Tommy brings his hand up to run along the back of his neck nervously, a flush creeping along his cheeks. Maria feels her skin heat as well as she remembers the rushed sloppy kisses that they had exchanged last night outside the Tipsy Bison after they had both spent the evening dancing and drinking. They'd finally broken apart, and Tommy had walked her to her house, Maria had thought about inviting him in, but by the time they had gotten to her door, cooler heads seemed to have prevailed. Tommy had given her a chaste kiss before pulling away, tipping his hat, and wishing her a good night.
"Yeah, about that. I had a little too much to drink, and I think things got away from me," Maria says, taking another step back, trying to put some distance between them. "I don't think it's a good idea for the two of us to get involved."
"Why's that sugar?" Tommy asks, an eyebrow cocked in question.
"Well, first of all, you're too young for me," Maria says, waving her hand between the two of them.
Tommy puts his hands up to forestall her, "Whoa, whoa, Maria, hold up. Just hold up. First, how old do you think I am, darlin'?"
"Your early 30s?"
"Oh, Shit, sweetheart, no, I’m 43."
"Oh. Well, then, you look a lot younger."
“Thanks for the compliment, sugar.” He smiles, then an idea seems to flash behind his eyes, and he squints at her. “Now just wait, how old are you?
“Same age.” She replies, pulling her locs back up into a bun on the top of her head.
“Well shit, that's good then, here I was, thinkin’ I was a dirty old man for bein’ interested in you. That one less thing to worry ‘bout.”
Maria waves her hand at him and tuts, “You can’t have thought I was that much younger than you.”
“I can, and I did, darlin’. Now I’m mighty happy ya ain’t because that means I can do this.” He steps forward right into her personal space, Maria automatically backs up and realizes that she’s right against the other stall wall. Tommy doesn’t touch her this time he just places one arm on the wall above her and leans in like he’s about to kiss her but stops a few inches away. “Maria, can I kiss ya?”
Maria raises a hand to rest on his chest. “Yes, but… did you learn how to do this in a book or something?” She waves at his arm above her on the wall.
“What do ya mean?” Tommy wrinkles his forehead as he looks at his arm and then back down at her.
“The whole put your hand on the wall and lean in thing. It’s just something men do in romance novels,” Maria says, trying and failing to hold back a laugh.
“Hey now, all my moves are one hundred percent Tommy Miller originals.” He huffs with indignation, but Maria can see a playful twinkle in his eye. “Now, can I finally kiss ya darlin'?”
“Sure, but can we maybe do it away from the horse shit,” Maria says with another laugh, and they both look down, taking in their location.
“Oh damn sure, shoulda thought of that before. How bout I help ya get this taken care of, then I take you for a bite over at the dinnin’ hall.” Tommy steps back and shuffles over to the shovel.
“I love every part of that idea, but how about after we’re done here, we go back to my house so we can shower this crap off, and then we can eat some leftovers from my fridge after I’ve thoroughly ravished you,” Maria says giving Tommy a wink.
“Oh, I like your idea a lot better, but I got one addendum,” Tommy says, dropping his shovel and sweeping Maria up into his arms, kissing her soundly as he walks her out of the stall. Once they’re both breathless, he pulls away, “How’s about we do everythin’ in your plan, but we skip finishin’ up here since this stall ain't currently bein’ used, and you already finished the rest. I happen to know someone who’s a part of the council and I think she’ll forgive us skippin’ this one for today.”
“You know, Tommy, I think you’re right. I don’t think she’ll mind us skipping this one for today. Now take me home, cowboy.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
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Libety mutual kids
LK 104: Rumble in Colonial Billystown
(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)
Very not-fun-fact: They still have the slave auction block in the town I grew up in, but they have recently taken down the sign that tells you what it is and gives a brief rundown of the history. So, to reiterate. They kept the fucking auction block but took down the context. The sign was taken down suspiciously close to when some BLM protests were happening there. That county *really* likes to say its not racist when its been historically one of the most racist counties in the entire nation.
Is he gonna jump the fence, you ask?
Fuckin' yeah he is.
I like how these two are just not at all surprised some kids jumped the fence to sneak into the House of Burgesses. Does this happen alot.
I love her and I love how much she loves to talk about the news and I want her getting the scoop on all the goings-on of Billsburg to be a thing.
You would think the passing cold front would cool the place down but alas, all it will do is make it more humid.
I know its the little ice age but I don't believe you.
ooof they gotta go to Richmond? RIP.
Fucking. Goddamn. First you make yourself go to the swampy part of Virginia, then your excitable adopted son insists on going to Richmond and you end up conceding that you have to because it's the news, its torrentially raining, and now you see your little brother on the auction block.
Girl how much money are you carrying on yourself?
Fuck yeah Moses!
god I wanna punch the auctioneer. High-spirited is what you call a horse.
Yeah he's racist and all but I bet he also doesn't fucking have 60 pounds
I know this is inappropriate timing but I can't hear cash money without thinking of this cat.
FUCKIN TELL 'EM, MOSES, FUCK YEAH
This scumbag.
YES FUCK HIM UP, SARAH
FUCKING. KICK. HIS. ASS.
PITCH IN, HENRI. I USED TO MMA CAGEFIGHT I'LL HOLD'M DOWN FOR ALL THREE A' Y'ALL ooof my occasional southern accent is coming out.
Okay first off don't tell him what to do. Also not tryna tell you what to do but OH MY GOD PLEASE DON'T PULL OUT YOUR EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PAPERWORK THAT WILL OSTENSIBLY PREVENT YOU FROM GETTING TRAFFICKED IN THE FUCKING RAIN.
oh goddamit.
That sounds like something someone who needs readin' lessons would say.
Excuse me WHAT. Them's fightin' words how 'bout you git? G'won git!!!!!
The Lion, The Witch, and the AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH.
yeah 'cuz yer racist, illiterate, broke enslavin' ass don't have 60 pounds.
To be continued
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Sara meets blood and his family
Blood: *dragging a dead body back home*
Sara: *bumps into blood* hey watch it idi........ *looks at the body then at blood* oh dear........ *looks up at blood gulping* u-u-uh
Blood: u ok young one?
Sara: *faints from fear*
Blood: ah shit *uses magic to lift sara up walking home with a dead body and a small fry*
Pinkie: son how was ur hunt?
Blood: good mom sorry i took so long this small fry got in my way
Pinkie: is she a kid? Because she looks older then other kids
Blood: probably the age of 19
Pinkie: hmmmm i say 35
Blood: bet mom *tries up sara just in case she escapes*
Pinkie: *drags the dead body in her basement* oh and son?
Blood: huh?
Pinkie: i grounded B from seeing makatza since she pregnant
Blood: good call mom B needs to be more gentle with her anyways
Makatza: uhm blood?
Blood: hey prego
Makatza: *blushes getting a little mad* uhm could u unground B??
Blood: why?
Makatza: *whispers in blood ear*
Blood: ah i get it so be it *writes a nite for B* here she's ungrounded
Makatza: thank u *teleports upstairs*
Sara: *snecks to the kitchen grabbing a knife jumping on blood stabbing him multiple times* die die die die
Blood: r u done yet?
Sara: not till ur dead wait? Should u be dead
Blood: should i? *uses his magic to pick her putting her down* thanks for the new scars young one *uses his magic to stitch up his wounds*
Sara: wow wat r u?
Blood: if i tell u I'll have to kill u
Sara: u be doing me a favor actually.........
Blood: hmm why?
Sara: because that's my business only
Blood: ever tried praying? They listens all the time
Sara: god is a they? But why should I pray he has bigger stuff to figure out
Blood: god always has time for his children *vanishes*
Sara: *confused* he vanished? Hmmm
Rave: *yawns pouring some coffee*
Sara: ahhh don't kill me
Rave: *isn't phased sipping her coffee walking upstairs*
Sara: uh?..... *hears moaning and wall hitting and bed rocking* uhm?........
DG: booooo
Sara: ahhhhhh *runs upstairs looking back* i-i don't *hears the moans getting louder like they were right beside her* i don't wanna die........... gotta hide...... closet *opens B's and makatza room going it not know the horrors she's about to see*
B: scream my name u fuckin pregnant slut
Makatza: ahhhhh BBBBBBB
Sara: *gulps gasping covering her just in time turning a deep red trying to open there door* *oh god why is this lock............. *looks at there closet door sneaking her way there* *almost there almost there* *opens the door getting in* wat is this stuff i got squirted with? Smells funky really funky *blushes* their still going at it
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Stories of Seduction: Coming Of Age - Part 2
Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove
That's what was playing as soon as I opened the door. The lyrics and the rhythm and the beat of the music evaporated off a slick-style mirage that got caught up in my head. It made for a much cooler character than I could have ever felt to achieve. But that's how I felt. The moment I opened that door, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Like a scene out of a movie where the camera was panning on the main character. Just before he slipped those silver shades off his face and then tossed them. Where it went, no one really cared. They careened off camera and why would you give a fuck? You were too busy looking at a dream machine surveying the bar like he owned the place.
I didn't see him at first. Already, apprehensive pieces were punching holes in this cool, calm, collected character I was playing up. I wanted to have a game of wit and charm. But the only game I was playing was Where's Waldo?
But not to worry. Because there he was. It didn't take much. Just a white t-shirt fitted like a second skin and a rockin' pair of jeans was all he needed to make him out to be every fantasy I could ever possibly want. His hair had grown out a little bit. Just enough to where it swooped in that signature shine of jet black. Yes, Rouk, I wanted a ride.
He hadn't even age a day. He might as well have jumped out of the yearbook.
I, on the other hand, had aged since he last saw me as a sophomore. I had grown a little taller and my metabolism was doing me every favor in the world. Which I needed. Because that character I was pretending to be took off. He obviously heard 1996 calling. And it wanted its shades back.
Feeling a little…. Okay, a LOT less cool, I still manned up and started taking those first steps into the bar. Even though I was a year shy of 21, they still let me in since it was 18 and under this time of day. So if I wanted some liquid courage, the only choice I had was to get hyped up on some Mountain Dew.
I wasn't even taking audible steps. I was almost tip-toeing. Wanting to sneak up on him in his natural habitat. Maybe if I surprised him, I get use those milliseconds of awe to prepare anything I could say or do. But, ah, it was too late.
Oh, he didn't look up and see me, yet. The red-headed bartender got to him first. And she seemed to get tipped with open mouth. I stopped. Froze, actually. This was a bad idea. Best I turn back, now. I could always tell my mom I got stuck in traffic and never made it. Oh well, things happen. See ya, Rouk.
But before I could give my goodbyes while he wasn't looking, he looked. He parted lips with the redheaded demon that was stealing my hopes and dreams and just happened to slide his eyes over to me. Just like how I was wanting to. Fuck. Fuckin' hot Rouke stole my thunder.
I smiled… kind of. It was a nervous, twitchy kind of creature that snuck up through my lips as I coughed up a desperate exhalation. I looked away a few times. I already blew it.
But, that steely, abrasive mask he wore suddenly fell off and he did brightly smile in genuine shock as those blue eyes of his lit up.
“KID!” he exclaimed as he immediately got up off his stool and extended his arms.
I lifted my arms partway, still unsure whether he was putting me on or not. But before I could even finish saying “Hi,” I got the wind knocked out of me by his muscular arms wrapping around my back and pulling me in real close. He even tilted back to lift me up off the ground. For the flash of a second, I felt the temptation to jump up in his grasp, but I decided against it.
He put me back down, but didn't let go. He still kept hold of me. And God, he smelled good. A subtle hint of a musky ocean wave lifted up off his skin and right into my nose. I could feel his hot breath caress the side of my neck. And then he said, “I missed you.”
His lips half kissing that space between my ear and my shoulder. It sent tingles all over my skin and got me kind of excited. If he didn't stop, I'd soon have a key to start his engine. I had to think about things that disgusted me: rye break, the series of Friends, republicans.
But soon enough, I found my boner killer. I saw the bartender was looking right at me. She wasn't shooting daggers at me or spitting up spite from her eye sockets. No, it was warm and compassionate. She had shoulder-length hair with slight curls, sparkling green eyes, and a perfect nose with a soft hook at the end. And she seemed to almost be giving a look of appreciation? Dare I say gratitude? The questions were enough for my little guy to go back down.
Finally, Rouk let go of me. I was both relieved and disappointed.
“C'mon, man. Have a seat,” he said while fervently motioning his hand forward.
I nodded my head while wearing this smile that practically swallowed my face. I didn't want to look desperate. So far, so good, right?
We both sat directly in front of the girl he was kissing. “What'll it be?” she said, focusing her attention on me. I noticed how she hadn't yet looked at Rouk since I first noticed her looking at me.
I blew my face up with a quick-made balloon of air as it slowly deflated through a pin-sized hole I'd shaped in the center of my mouth. I then said, “Well, ummmm…” I looked at Rouk as if he'd know what to say next.
“Hey, don't worry,” he said while tapping my arm with the back of his hand. “Get whatever you want.”
I looked back to her.
She nodded her head, knowingly, and said, “It's a perk when you're fucking the bartender.”
I didn't mean to, but a small guffaw just seemed to slip out. I really, really didn't want to react like that.
“Kid, this is Kazzie,” Rouk said, nodding his head to the side. “She's a friend I like to, ugh, play… with when I'm in town.”
He did that thing where he slid his eyes over to her while having this slick smile.
She tapped his shoulder as if saying, settle. If I didn't know any better, it would seem like she was trying to not make me jealous. She then looked back at me and said, “Rouk has told me a lot about you.”
“Really?” I said, looking back and forth between them while not meaning to make that sound as aw, shucks as I did.
“Of course, man,” Rouk jumped in. “If it weren't for you, home ec would have been boring as hell.”
No, I didn't make elaborate recipes or knew how to cook. In fact, it was quite the opposite. My culinary accomplishments were legendary. Burnt wasn't even the proper term for my food. Try decimating. I once made a cherry pie that tasted like it was made for a commercial. In how they use glue, linoleum, and other inedible materials to make that crap look appetizing.
He patted his stomach. “Man, I could still feel that pie going in the other direction.” He laughed a few times, while I coldly arched an eyebrow. “But, hey, remember how Mason Freeply reacted to it?” He jutted his chin up to me in this you get me? kind of motion.
I looked up to the side as and laughed, myself, at that one.
“I don't think he came to school for a week,” he said, looking back at Kazzie. “But, hey, asshole deserved it. He was a fuckhead that wouldn't stop messin' with my good buddy, Kid, over here.” He rubbed his hand on my hair as he said that.
After he stopped that and I combed my fingers through my hair to brush it back, Rouk then said, “But his slice maaaybe had a few eye drops in it.” He then looked at me and said, “Not sure who did that?” He winked at me.
“Roulk. You didn't,” I said, surprised.
“Damn right I did. No one messed with my man, over here.”
I rolled my eyes in an appreciative way while carrying this flirtatiously thoughtful grin.
“Rouk certainly has a way of taking care of his friends,” Kazzie said. And when I looked at he, she then winked at me. “I'm gonna make you one of the house specialties,” she said. “You're gonna love it.” She walked away.
I looked back to Rouk. Again, thinking of what to say next. But Rouk did that for me by saying, “Don't worry there, Kid, we're gonna show you a good time this weekend.” He then patted my hand twice.
I was still having apprehensions about the two days in front of me while thinking to myself, I still wanna ride, Rouk. But this ride was now stuck on the side of the road with it's engine light on. For the moment, at least. But knowing Rouk, the road ahead was bound to have some curves.
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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 30 - Part 1
*Warning Adult Content*
"Wait, so he made you dinner?"
I nod.
"And breakfast?" Lylah asks with wide eyes.
"Yeah.."
"And he made you come?"
"Lylah," I put a finger to my lips, giving her a look that says 'shush!!'
She looks apologetic but excitement simmers below the surface.
"I'm sorry. I'm just like... impressed. You finally found your inner hoe."
I flush.
"It's not like we went that far. He didn't even... come."
"That's cause you passed out like a virgin the second he was done. Poor guy. Must've been agony."
"Really?"
I look at her with wide eyes, worry pooling in my gut.
"Oh, Ash I'm joking. It sounds like he was totally into it."
"But do you think he doesn't like that I'm a virgin? Like, that I'm not experienced?"
"No, Ash," Lylah shakes her head with a groan.
"I mean it's a good thing... that he prioritizes your pleasure over his. He's totally whipped for you." I admit.
I've actually been thinking about this a lot.
Wondering what Daemon sees me as.
And I've never been in a relationship before to know what establishes one.
"Wait, you mean he hasn't made it official yet?"
I shake my head.
We haven't really talked about things like that.
I mean, the past week since our night at his place, we've been texting nonstop, sneaking kisses when he comes over to the house, just in general having our little thing together.
What the thing is, however, is unclear to me.
"I guess you don't have to label it yet. You don't have to rush things."
"Yeah?" I say, trying to feel some relief.
"Yeah... But full honesty. Do you think he could be your mate?"
The dreaded question.
The one I want to know the answer to so badly.
"I... don't know. I don't bring it up because he's just never reacted positively to the topic of mates..."
"But he hasn't found his mate yet, right? It could be you."
"I wish..."
"Ash, sweetie. It's obvious he likes you. I know how you are. You doubt yourself for no reason. But now you need to be the one to take the chance."
"Really?"
"Yes. Be more confident in yourself. I mean, you've got fuckin Daemon Steele in your bed. That's crazy," she practically yells and I wince.
"Can you tone it down?"
I give her a look.
"Oops," she puts a hand over her mouth. "Sorry. Forgot to check my noise levels again."
I smile at her.
"It's okay. And thanks for talking to me. I feel better now."
"Anytime. Oh. And I forgot to tell you..." her voice goes down into a deliberate whisper.
"If you choose to go all the way with him, use protection."
My face immediately flames in understanding.
"I w-will."
"Don't get pregnant, hoe. Male omegas can be real naive about that."
"T-That's not even possible for me yet, Lylah. I haven't had my heat," I admit, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"What?" she exclaims like I've just told her the world is ending.
Which doesn't feel that great, to be honest.
Maybe I shouldn't have told her.
"I-Is that weird?" I ask.
"No, no," she puts her hands out, reassuring me.
"It's just like, most Omegas our age have had it by now. I got mine when I was sixteen. Do you know what's slowing down your cycle?"
Now that I have access to the internet, I've looked up reasons for why it would come late.
The conclusion I've made is that my body isn't ready, that it's still healing inside.
Living with my stepfather, I ate scraps and lived in conditions that made me sick all the time.
It basically took all the life out of me.
So it's a slow process, trying to recover from that.
I just hate that it's taking so long.
I want to be normal like everyone else.
"I dunno. Guess I'm just a late bloomer. I hope it comes soon, though."
"Awe, I'm sure it will. Just don't worry about it for now."
We get up from the table, throwing out our trash.
We walk down the hall to her locker when we spot Jay.
He immediately ducks his head, avoiding all eye contact.
Lylah looks to me, rolling her eyes as he passes by, completely ignoring us.
"See he's still being an absolute man-child."
"He's hurt Lylah... I feel so bad," I say guiltily.
"I don't see why. You set a boundary with him. That's better than leading him on."
She throws her books inside her locker.
I cringe as the pages crumple and rip because of the off-angle she put them in.
"But he hasn't even looked at me since I rejected him," I persist.
"And he said he doesn't want to be friends anymore."
"That's his problem. He's acting like the friend zone is the end of the world. He should be grateful that you still see him as someone you value as a friend."
I stare sadly as he disappears down the hallway.
I still can't help but feel like I did something wrong.
"I don't want him to hate me."
Lylah pats me on the back.
"He'll come around, cutie. Remember like a few weeks ago when he was completely obsessed with you? It doesn't go away that quickly."
I try to convince myself that she's right but I just can't tell for sure.
I seem to have a knack for driving people I care about out of my life.
I spend all afternoon at Lylah's, both of us catching up after our romantic rendezvous made us distant the past few weeks.
We don't talk about Wren, thankfully.
I think she's been in contact with him though, so hopefully, I can find time to go see him soon now that I've 'dealt' with Jay.
It kind of feels like I have to do all the work for us to make up.
I wish he would make some effort.
But from what Lylah has said in the past, he's an expert at avoiding things.
The main reason I want to make up is because it's hard for Lylah.
At school, she wants to spend time with both of us but obviously, she can't.
And I miss Wren, too.
We were never as close as Lylah and I but he was funny and he gave me all sorts of advice.
I just want him to forgive me.
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An unfinished scene I have sitting in my notes app, and I will very gladly accept feedback (especially for any fight scenes because sheesh)
It takes time, but they eventually fall back into their usual banter like the fall out never happened. Donna continues to ramble about comics and MacCready pretends to not be interested, but as always its the way his eyes flicker towards her for extended periods of time that gives him away.
But there is something slightly different about how they interact. Nothing bad, but something more... comfortable? Compared to when MacCready was first hired he seemed to putting up with Donna's rambles for the sake of caps, jumping in to protect her for the sake of caps (though maybe her age also played into it) and gave snarky, slightly condescending quips to not let himself open up to anybody that might hurt him. Now though, it's changed. Not vanished completely - he's still sarcastic as ever but there's something fond buried underneath. Popular phrases such as: "Well don't come crying to me" have become empty threats because he'll protect Donna regardless of his own determination that she can handle it.
Such cases are proven when they stumble across a small group of raiders. It was far too late to sneak past, so the duo had to fight them - nothing too put of the ordinary.
And it stayed that way for about five minutes. Donna struck the one closest to her in the face and ducked when the second closest pulled out a pistol, to which she hit the guys leg then his hand to break it and promptly bludgeoned both their skulls in. MacCready swiftly disposed of the last one who opted for cover behind there measly crates. It was when they looted the place that things went awry.
Despite killing multiple people, Donna still felt way too squeamish to check the pockets of dead people. She spotted a room across the one they were in and informed MacCready she would find things in there. Aside from a few boxes of ammo and Jet, there wasn't too much but at least she could sell what she wasn't going to use.
Just as she was about to leave, cool metal was suddenly pressed against her throat.
"Don't fuckin' scream." A low voice harshly whispered.
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